From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 81: The Knife, the Rage, and the Roommate

Few minutes ago:

As the sun filtered through the large windows of the bustling dining hall, casting warm golden light across the tables, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air. Patrons were engaged in lively conversations, laughter mingling with the clatter of utensils against plates, all while savoring their breakfast. In that vibrant scene, Song Zijian and his group made their entrance, bringing a noticeable shift in the atmosphere as they stepped into the lively space.

Sian was fully absorbed in the hearty meal before him—succulent steak cooked to a perfect medium-rare, its juices glistening under the lights, accompanied by golden, buttery eggs cooked to fluffy perfection. The aroma was tantalizing and sweet. Unfortunately for the group, they had chosen the precise moment to interrupt his culinary bliss, disrupting the blissful solitude he had found in his delicious feast.

And he just so happened to be holding a knife.

Back to the present:

The grip on his wrist was firm, and Sian was immediately annoyed. With a hint of impatience, he shot a cold glare at the owner of the hand—his cheap roommate.

"Let go," he said. The words fell like ice, carrying an implicit threat.

The man understood the unspoken warning in Sian’s tone—"Let go, unless you have a death wish."

However, after sensing the deep hostility and murderous intent directed at the ones provoking Sian, the man couldn’t simply release him. Who knew what Sian might do in his current state?

"Calm down first. Don’t go around trying to kill people," the man whispered, a slight plea in his voice.

"I’m not stupid. Let go now."

Even as he said that Sian knew he had lost control for a moment. If the man hadn’t held him back, Han Chengsu would have had his throat slit.

But he was calm now. Maybe the emotions of the original Sian had overwhelmed him for a brief moment. He wasn’t the type to act recklessly.

Once the man was sure Sian wasn’t lying, he slowly let go.

Sian looked at the group still standing around him and smirked, "Oh, my friend, did you hear some barking just now? It seems like there’s a dog that needs to be disciplined. Too bad I’m not a dog trainer, or I would have taught it some proper manners."

"You—!" Tang Jingwei was about to curse when they were suddenly summoned to the main hall. Clicking his tongue, he sneered, "Tsk. Lucky bastard. I’ll let you off today. Watch yourself, and try not to get eliminated in the first round, loser."

The man sitting beside Sian watched the five clowns with an odd expression, thinking to himself: If only this idiot knew who the real lucky bastard was. If I hadn’t held Sian back, he’d be dead by now.

Today marked the first day of the competition’s initial stage, where all the contestants were gathered in the main hall. Five participants would be selected to perform.

Of course, they wouldn’t go on stage immediately. Instead, they’d be given half a day to rehearse, choose their songs, and prepare themselves. Meanwhile, the stage and the panel of judges—whose identities hadn’t been revealed yet—would be set up.

The first episode always drew a lot of attention, as many exciting things were unveiled.

But the selection process didn’t matter to Sian. Whether he performed today, tomorrow, or the day after made no difference to him.

He simply stared blankly at the large screen in the hall as the host began announcing the names of the randomly selected participants.

Sian’s name wasn’t among them.

After today’s contestants were decided, Sian no longer cared about staying in the hall. Although this variety show was being broadcast live, the quality of the live stream was nowhere near that of Director Han’s program, which had spent millions on drone cameras to follow each participant. With fifty people in the competition, it was impossible to track everyone individually. Typically, contestants would gather in common areas such as the dining hall, training studios, or the garden—places where they had a better chance of being caught on camera.

However, judging by Sian’s decision to take a stroll by the beach last night, it was clear he didn’t care about such things.

Don’t joke with him. He hadn’t seen the ocean in years. The largest body of water he had ever laid eyes on was only a few meters wide, its color a murky grayish brown.

Now that he had such a golden opportunity—not only to work, gain fame, and slap a few black lotus faces, but also to wander freely and enjoy the sea—he would be a fool not to take advantage of it. Four birds with one stone. The best deal in existence.

With a bright smile, Sian left the massive hall, where some contestants were engaging in bizarre movements. To be honest, he found some of them downright disgusting.

"Where are you going?"

A deep, magnetic voice came from behind him. If not for his sharp instincts and heightened senses, Sian might have jumped in fright. There had been no sound of footsteps or any significant movement behind him. Yet, Sian can feel the man’s breath from several meters away. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have deserved the title of Blood Demon.

[This guy is way too good at sneaking up on people. Is he a spy or something?]

Sian glanced at the man before responding after a brief pause, "Roommate, I’m going out to enjoy myself. Frankly, I don’t like being disturbed when I go for a stroll, so... goodbye, roommate."

His tone was vague yet unmistakably clear—even a deaf person would understand that Sian was kicking the man away at that moment.

As for the man in question, either he didn’t get it, or he simply turned a deaf ear and acted oblivious. Sian was strongly inclined to believe it was the latter.

With a voice far too gentle and warm for his size, the man said, "Don’t call me ’roommate’ all the time. I have a name, you know."

"Oh? No, I don’t know," Sian retorted. "Because a certain someone rudely ignored me when I introduced myself and didn’t bother to do the same."

Translation: You’re an ill-mannered jerk and you lack even the slightest sense of morality or respect".

The man seemed to recall the incident and, as if apologizing for his previous behavior yet still insisting on being addressed properly, said, "That was my mistake. I was ignorant. Let’s introduce ourselves again. My name is---- pleased to meet you."